Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we need all the we can get
Tony is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One point five
Alright, you get you want -- money's no object
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And are explosive head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man
Yo Starks come here, come Sun
here for a minute!
Aiyyo hold up hold up
we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo made of glass nig!
Get your big Adidas off my table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just man, pass the Cristal man.
Niggaz is man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get that soda.
(Yo!) cut the pie five ways
(Noodles) We off with two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no coming through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad bwoys)

Chorus: Man

Who come to get None. They want guns!
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu together as one
I call my Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny

it
Scriptures hit the body like sawed off
my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole probably
Burn the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah
chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leakin out faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it
It's the two holster, shot smoker
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga his breath, we still payin dues
And the one is death, back to the essence
With that you stressin, this rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, pays
The last times and days, Johnny Blaze

Verse Two: the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This for niggaz who know
Wu grow like llello, ley no
coolin in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me much shit, the dutch
Stay cool papi, seize it with enough
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, blow up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the whip
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail jiggas
Them niggaz up in figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled yeah
beware black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this
One eight hundred niggaz yeah

Wu roll as one
I my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one

Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby Steels

Solid gold crown is
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with linings
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, protected
The heart the rib cage the and solar plexus
Castin stones, two-hundred and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
How dare you it with dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean souls with a soldier mean
The grand imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a
bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy Crockett on the
Happen millenium two microchips two shots of penicillin
goes up adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin who like followin
Trapped your projects like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Master Killer

God steppin forth upon down of the track
the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite on the mic
So the pain of the track deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the who tries to visual-ize under
'cause I strike, like
Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable
My fucks up your respiratorial
Systems are by the killa tactics
Style is ragged and are mad jagged
the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and degrees of humidity
the school of hard knocks and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the side of
The gat as I attack the
From the blind side of the pack, Starks the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his dome
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony

Yo, aiyyo I got to them my way, move give me room
Holdin up your saloon, sweep, like a broom
Full moons me howl like a wolf outta breath
Sold only new vocal cords I Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, velocity
My teammate, enhance cells well like a
Fuck pablos plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels
The man head bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and
The laser vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off 8 million
the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavillions
Them flower heads must have stupid
me how the fuck black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, money
Submarines and too bad you fucked up dummies

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